Because its the end of the semester, I've been spending alot of time in the tech. Because of all the cappuccinos i've been cheating the sac and sevelev out of, disguising them as regular coffee, i've also had to make frequent bathroom trips. In the women's bathroom in the tech (the big one), there are a few stalls that are graffitied with Temple girls' comments and thoughts. Yes, I do enjoy reading these while i release all the bullshyt that college life and men bring to my life.
While relieving, I read a response that inspired me. It actually changed my whole way of thinking and instantly cured the disease we all kno as heartache. The first writing said "love fails". It was reciprocated with "Love's an illusion, a grand complex illusion we all seem to think is the only thing that matters, bcuz it might be the only thing we can count on." True right? Well I've mentioned it to a few others and they disagreed and said there were different types of love. So im editing the quote and saying, "Being in love is an illusion".
And it so true.
Not kidding, the instant i read this nugget of knowledge, all the butterflies and bubble guts in my stomach from the difficult situation i was in disappeared. It was amazing. Thank You anonymous toilet poet.
So if you're in a jam right now, and ur trying to get over someone, just remember that it is all an illusion. And the most likely reason ur so upset is bcuz u miss the person that ur so used to talking to and being with. Ur brain is so programmed on thinking about this person, that it continues even wen u dont want it to. Stay strong and remember that ur all u got, so u gotta keep urself happy above all.
Saturday, December 6, 2008
Thursday, October 30, 2008
A Dream Detered
It's 4 o'clock in the morning,
and I'm crying my eyes out.
Not because I hate my life, which I do right now, but because I hate school.
Im studying for a Marketing make-up exam, and nothing's sticking, if I get a bad grade on this test, I will have to withdraw from my third class at Temple. Waste my parents money for the third time, even tho Im gonna find a way to change my transcript before I show them. And get this, Marketing is my major.
Im not in any organizations
I dont have a job
I dont do any volunteer work
I have bad karma
and my love life sucks
This is my 15th consecutive year in school, and i've hated it for the past 7
Why do we have to be robots in society, forced to get a college degree because it's the only way we'll make a decent living -and that's not even guaranteed anymore. We've all heard of Rich Dad, Poor Dad. The Poor one was the one with all the degrees, are you depressed as I am yet?
The only reason I am still here is because my mother said it would be a slap in her face if I quit. But i want to REALLY bad or at least take sometime off. I faced that I was a quitter in high school when I couldnt commit to an extra curricular activity. I've become comfortable with it now.
If I do get this fucking degree, Im goin to lie about my volunteer work, activities, and GPA if possible, to my future employer, who I hate already. I cant even commit to my college schedule which is so not demanding, how am I possibly going to commit to a 9-5. Im not. Im gonna quit.
I hate being the only child. There's so much pressure to be a success because I'm all my parents have. Why can't I be a deadbeat in peace! Please friends, get extremely rich so you can hook me up with a job that I like. Like hanging out with you all day, or organizing your closet. Its a shame that my expectations are so low, but its hard to see the point of what I'm doing, let alone motivate myself.
I think I wanna just change my major to something I actually like doing. I almost have enough credits for a business minor. I think im gonna switch to STOC (public relations), what I came in as and just take the low starting salary. At least I'm doing something I like, and I may even go to fucking class.
But what about student loans? I already have mad shyt on my credit from the 2 measly years I've had it, how many more are they actually going to give me? And why the fuck is out-of-state tuition so much more? I should have went to a New Jersey school. Then I wouldnt miss grass and trees so much, and I'd have a car...probably not, but the thought of it makes me feel better.
K now that everyone knows why I'm not looking forward to my future, Im gonna go to sleep and wing it on this make-up exam tomorro off of studying 2 of 8 chapters. If the A was meant to get, it'll be gotten.
Sincerely,
The Pink Pessimist
and I'm crying my eyes out.
Not because I hate my life, which I do right now, but because I hate school.
Im studying for a Marketing make-up exam, and nothing's sticking, if I get a bad grade on this test, I will have to withdraw from my third class at Temple. Waste my parents money for the third time, even tho Im gonna find a way to change my transcript before I show them. And get this, Marketing is my major.
Im not in any organizations
I dont have a job
I dont do any volunteer work
I have bad karma
and my love life sucks
This is my 15th consecutive year in school, and i've hated it for the past 7
Why do we have to be robots in society, forced to get a college degree because it's the only way we'll make a decent living -and that's not even guaranteed anymore. We've all heard of Rich Dad, Poor Dad. The Poor one was the one with all the degrees, are you depressed as I am yet?
The only reason I am still here is because my mother said it would be a slap in her face if I quit. But i want to REALLY bad or at least take sometime off. I faced that I was a quitter in high school when I couldnt commit to an extra curricular activity. I've become comfortable with it now.
If I do get this fucking degree, Im goin to lie about my volunteer work, activities, and GPA if possible, to my future employer, who I hate already. I cant even commit to my college schedule which is so not demanding, how am I possibly going to commit to a 9-5. Im not. Im gonna quit.
I hate being the only child. There's so much pressure to be a success because I'm all my parents have. Why can't I be a deadbeat in peace! Please friends, get extremely rich so you can hook me up with a job that I like. Like hanging out with you all day, or organizing your closet. Its a shame that my expectations are so low, but its hard to see the point of what I'm doing, let alone motivate myself.
I think I wanna just change my major to something I actually like doing. I almost have enough credits for a business minor. I think im gonna switch to STOC (public relations), what I came in as and just take the low starting salary. At least I'm doing something I like, and I may even go to fucking class.
But what about student loans? I already have mad shyt on my credit from the 2 measly years I've had it, how many more are they actually going to give me? And why the fuck is out-of-state tuition so much more? I should have went to a New Jersey school. Then I wouldnt miss grass and trees so much, and I'd have a car...probably not, but the thought of it makes me feel better.
K now that everyone knows why I'm not looking forward to my future, Im gonna go to sleep and wing it on this make-up exam tomorro off of studying 2 of 8 chapters. If the A was meant to get, it'll be gotten.
Sincerely,
The Pink Pessimist
Wednesday, October 29, 2008
Lions Tigers, and Bears
I heard this song off of Jazmine Sullivan's new album called Lions, Tigers, and Bears. The moment I heard it, I wanted to burst out into tears. It's about her being fearless of everything but loving a man. I am the type of person to become infatuated with someone I began talking to very quickly. After ending it with my ex, I was in no rush to feel anything towards anyone. I met this one guy and I liked him, I had plans for him to be my summer fling. I knew it wouldnt go too far because I was taking my time with my emotions, and I didn't like him like him. He just wasnt the type I'd make my man, until... I got attached. He's a very "to himself" type of person, so I saw it as a challenge to get him to open up. In order to do that I had to let my guard down so he could trust me to let his down. To counter this, I continued to talk to other guys, so I'd always have a plan B or a rebound.
Guess What! The shyt didn't work. He opened up, but the other dudes didnt stop the process of beatness. I didnt have as much control over my emotions as I thought I did. So while I was talking to at least 3 other guys, I would still be mad cuz this one nigga aint call me back when he said he would. It was crazy! NoOne EVER had me so beat, I hated it! And I didn't just absolutely adore him, I absolutely adored his whole family. This nigga has my heart in a chokehold and doesnt know it. So basically I'm not scared of Lions, Tigers, or Bears, but Im scared of loving him. Because he has so much control over his emotions and me, I'm scared to get my heart broken :( and I dont know how to undo it.
Sincerely
The Nieve Pimp
Monday, October 27, 2008
A Little Bit
I was watching MTV Jams or one of them over a friend's house and this video came on. Im into trying new things so I gave it a chance and I LOVED it. Her name is Lykke Li, enjoy :)
Saturday, October 11, 2008
Diary of a Mad Hopeless Romantic
Has anyone seen Meet the Browns the movie? Gud Don't. It was so bad. I honestly think someone wrote this movie and paid Tyler Perry to use his name for publicity. It's nothing like the warm, cheerful, Diary of a Mad Black Woman or Madea's Family Reunion. In fact, Madea wasnt even in the shyt. The acting was bad, the plot was unrealistic, and the characters were obnoxious.
The point is...
Why can't my life be a Tyler Perry movie? If it were it'd be called Diary of a Mad Hopeless Romantic. It would open with me having a huge fight with my ex, throwing shyt, fighting, ya kno what I mean, everyone had that ex. Then he'd reveal that he was gay and the reason we fought so much was because he was having a love affair with Sergio, the fat kid down the hall. I'd kick him out and throw all his things at him as dramatic as I possibly could. Then I'd break down with a glass of wine on my dorm floor crying my heart out. To ease the pain, I'd smoke a blunt, get kicked out by dorm authories, and have to move back in with my grandmother Madea in Georgia.
I'd tell Madea, and after she'd make him seem like a complete asshole, and after I have to convince her not to find and kill him, only because she's on house arrest, the door bell would ring. Madea would inform me that it was probably the guy who lived down the street coming to pick up the pie she made to bring to his grandmother. I'd open the door and to my suprise it would be the finest black man I'd ever seen in my life (like all the others casted in Madea movies). I'd be taken aback by his fineness but regain my loathe and distrust that I felt towards all men. He'd be able to read the expression on my face and ask me what's wrong, and I'd lash back, "Nothing, I'm not bitter, I'm just mad as hell!".
I'd run into him again at the bus stop, about to ride home from work. He'd pull up in his red BMW 650 convertible, and offer me a ride. I'd say no, but then he'd beg to take me to Tangerine for dinner, so I'd comply. At dinner, he'd tell me all about his life and how he started his own business at 18, was the only child, had TOO much money, loved to spoil women, and how his only goal in life was to find a witty, moody, lazy, big head, light skinned bitch with a small amount of belly fat that she just couldnt get rid of to spend the rest of his life with. I'd be shocked that he was everything I ever wanted. He'd just happen to have a canary diamond ring and propose to me then and there. He'd pay to get my teeth whitened and straightened, a boob job, a Beyonce weave and an endless supply of sour diesel and ben & jerry's cinnamon buns flavored ice cream.
We'd have the biggest wedding over in Jamaica, he'd fly all my friends and family over. They'd serve fresh mozzerella, buffalo wings, bbq chicken flatbread from Bahama Breeze, and bbq chx quesodillas. At the reception, we wouldn't toast glasses of champange, we'd pass el's of ganga. All we'd listen to is jersey club, old school hip hop, and indie rock. We'd make crazy love all over the beaches of Negril that night. And wud travel the world for the rest of our lives.
And then I'd wake up, cuz Tyler Perry cud never make a movie that amazing.
The point is...
Why can't my life be a Tyler Perry movie? If it were it'd be called Diary of a Mad Hopeless Romantic. It would open with me having a huge fight with my ex, throwing shyt, fighting, ya kno what I mean, everyone had that ex. Then he'd reveal that he was gay and the reason we fought so much was because he was having a love affair with Sergio, the fat kid down the hall. I'd kick him out and throw all his things at him as dramatic as I possibly could. Then I'd break down with a glass of wine on my dorm floor crying my heart out. To ease the pain, I'd smoke a blunt, get kicked out by dorm authories, and have to move back in with my grandmother Madea in Georgia.
I'd tell Madea, and after she'd make him seem like a complete asshole, and after I have to convince her not to find and kill him, only because she's on house arrest, the door bell would ring. Madea would inform me that it was probably the guy who lived down the street coming to pick up the pie she made to bring to his grandmother. I'd open the door and to my suprise it would be the finest black man I'd ever seen in my life (like all the others casted in Madea movies). I'd be taken aback by his fineness but regain my loathe and distrust that I felt towards all men. He'd be able to read the expression on my face and ask me what's wrong, and I'd lash back, "Nothing, I'm not bitter, I'm just mad as hell!".
I'd run into him again at the bus stop, about to ride home from work. He'd pull up in his red BMW 650 convertible, and offer me a ride. I'd say no, but then he'd beg to take me to Tangerine for dinner, so I'd comply. At dinner, he'd tell me all about his life and how he started his own business at 18, was the only child, had TOO much money, loved to spoil women, and how his only goal in life was to find a witty, moody, lazy, big head, light skinned bitch with a small amount of belly fat that she just couldnt get rid of to spend the rest of his life with. I'd be shocked that he was everything I ever wanted. He'd just happen to have a canary diamond ring and propose to me then and there. He'd pay to get my teeth whitened and straightened, a boob job, a Beyonce weave and an endless supply of sour diesel and ben & jerry's cinnamon buns flavored ice cream.
We'd have the biggest wedding over in Jamaica, he'd fly all my friends and family over. They'd serve fresh mozzerella, buffalo wings, bbq chicken flatbread from Bahama Breeze, and bbq chx quesodillas. At the reception, we wouldn't toast glasses of champange, we'd pass el's of ganga. All we'd listen to is jersey club, old school hip hop, and indie rock. We'd make crazy love all over the beaches of Negril that night. And wud travel the world for the rest of our lives.
And then I'd wake up, cuz Tyler Perry cud never make a movie that amazing.
Wednesday, September 17, 2008
10 and counting...
I met with my accounting professor this morning to see how I could complete the incomplete that I so graciously received last semester, and decided to stop into the career center to get a little advice. For those who don't know, the business school has its own career development center, and they require you take two workshops before you can register on "Foxnet" and start looking at internships. I took the two, but wanted to go ask the lady who gave the workshops if I should take the interview workshop before I started to apply for internships.
Little did I know this ONE inquiry would change my college career.
First let me tell you that the woman I met with is black and she has to be one of the most dramatic people I have ever witnessed, I like her tho- ALOT, because she's honest.
So after I ask her my question she asks me a series of questions like what my major is, what industry I would like to work in, what my GPA is, and what activities I was involved in. After viewing the weirdest expressions on face and feeling like a complete slacker with the answers to those questions, we began to make something out of nothing. I basically found out that if I want a good job in the Marketing field, I need a really high GPA or have to possess super extra curricular activity powers. I have neither.
Because I'm not really passionate about Marketing, (I honestly don't know anything aside from what I've learn in the one once a week class of Marketing that I have had, which still means virtually nothing) I'd do better off majoring in Accounting. She said she wasn't trying to make me change my major but, realistically it would get me more exposure to employers. And anyone who knows me knows that I have no problem changing my major in a heartbeat. I came in as STOC, then I switched to entrepreneurship, then Marketing, and nowAccounting. I am taking 18 credts this semester (2 of which I'm making up from last semester) and HAVE to get four A's.
So, if you forget what I look like, its not because Im pledging, its because these next 10 weeks will be the most critical weeks of my life. I have to get my GPA back up so that I can apply for the best summer internships, that will get me the best jobs. Its time to stop being so damn lazy and right what went wrong.
Wish me luck
Little did I know this ONE inquiry would change my college career.
First let me tell you that the woman I met with is black and she has to be one of the most dramatic people I have ever witnessed, I like her tho- ALOT, because she's honest.
So after I ask her my question she asks me a series of questions like what my major is, what industry I would like to work in, what my GPA is, and what activities I was involved in. After viewing the weirdest expressions on face and feeling like a complete slacker with the answers to those questions, we began to make something out of nothing. I basically found out that if I want a good job in the Marketing field, I need a really high GPA or have to possess super extra curricular activity powers. I have neither.
Because I'm not really passionate about Marketing, (I honestly don't know anything aside from what I've learn in the one once a week class of Marketing that I have had, which still means virtually nothing) I'd do better off majoring in Accounting. She said she wasn't trying to make me change my major but, realistically it would get me more exposure to employers. And anyone who knows me knows that I have no problem changing my major in a heartbeat. I came in as STOC, then I switched to entrepreneurship, then Marketing, and nowAccounting. I am taking 18 credts this semester (2 of which I'm making up from last semester) and HAVE to get four A's.
So, if you forget what I look like, its not because Im pledging, its because these next 10 weeks will be the most critical weeks of my life. I have to get my GPA back up so that I can apply for the best summer internships, that will get me the best jobs. Its time to stop being so damn lazy and right what went wrong.
Wish me luck
Saturday, September 13, 2008
Offically My Girl
First let me inform you all that I am still hanging strong with my heterosexuality, but THIS lil bitch is SEXY. I read a science study last year in the NY Times that said females are attracted to both genders. When they ran tests that involved a bunch of those suction cups to peoples heads and some erotic (hehe- i like that word) images projected on a screen, they found that all the females were sexually eroused (<-i like that 1 too!) by both male AND female images. Their straight male counterparts however, were only turned on by chicks.
So... I've justified why I can have wild fantasies about this pretty ass latina and still strictly be dickly. BAHDAMN! she's hot! from the little butt cheeks peekin from under the lace hip huggers, to her fly ass 3 finger ring, to how fuckin gorgeous she is.
Anyway... check out the video- its cute, Lil Wayne is in it for all you robots... Cassie- Official Girl (Anyone notice how she isnt in Ryan Leslie's Addicted to You, even tho she does the chorus? I heard they used to date, maybe they can't stand each other long enough to shoot a video? no wait..., that was around the same time she took me on this little vaca a couple months back, she actually sang the same song to me :)
So... I've justified why I can have wild fantasies about this pretty ass latina and still strictly be dickly. BAHDAMN! she's hot! from the little butt cheeks peekin from under the lace hip huggers, to her fly ass 3 finger ring, to how fuckin gorgeous she is.
Anyway... check out the video- its cute, Lil Wayne is in it for all you robots... Cassie- Official Girl (Anyone notice how she isnt in Ryan Leslie's Addicted to You, even tho she does the chorus? I heard they used to date, maybe they can't stand each other long enough to shoot a video? no wait..., that was around the same time she took me on this little vaca a couple months back, she actually sang the same song to me :)
Thursday, September 4, 2008
The Hitt-age of Shit to the Fan
(warning: any animosity that seems to reveal itself thru my words is intentional)
If you’ve spoken to me this semester then 9 times out of 10, you know that I fucked up last semester. I slept thru class, drank, smoked, flirted and partied my little heart out. So naturally, my grades suffered and earned me a 0.6 GPA; shouldn’t there be some sort of award for that? (don’t get the game fucked up, I still managed a 3.0 cumulatively) Anywho, I had my logical reasons for cuttin up, my parents were pretty upset but I thought it was worth the extremely large amounts of fun I had… until I returned.
Now, half the people I hung out with or ping ponged my way back and forth to, I don’t like. First, let me warn all Temple students that it may soon be impossible to breathe with all the phoniness congesting the air. I do not recommend that you stay in the SAC for longer than a half an hour, attend small gatherings in people’s homes, or mate with any of the students here. Avoid these things and you may just be safe from the toxic faux friendships that will present themselves.
It’s so easy now to just see right thru people. I can tell if you really don’t want to hug me or say hi, so just don’t. It’ll save us both time and energy, and I don’t have to feel bad for being uncordial. Please don’t think this is directed towards one individual or even group, it’s directed at you all. And there is no one thing that caused me to feel this way; it’s a series of events. And if you’re wondering right now if it cud b u I’m referring to, it is. It is however related to me realizing that I don’t need to have a bunch of friends to have fun or be content. I’m already content with the few people I speak to everyday, who love me and actually care about my well-being. And if you’re wondering right now if it cud b u I’m referring to, it is. I love you all, I appreciate your friendship.
Disregard this if you are a funny person, like hilarious, cuz I like all funny people, phony or not.
If you’ve spoken to me this semester then 9 times out of 10, you know that I fucked up last semester. I slept thru class, drank, smoked, flirted and partied my little heart out. So naturally, my grades suffered and earned me a 0.6 GPA; shouldn’t there be some sort of award for that? (don’t get the game fucked up, I still managed a 3.0 cumulatively) Anywho, I had my logical reasons for cuttin up, my parents were pretty upset but I thought it was worth the extremely large amounts of fun I had… until I returned.
Now, half the people I hung out with or ping ponged my way back and forth to, I don’t like. First, let me warn all Temple students that it may soon be impossible to breathe with all the phoniness congesting the air. I do not recommend that you stay in the SAC for longer than a half an hour, attend small gatherings in people’s homes, or mate with any of the students here. Avoid these things and you may just be safe from the toxic faux friendships that will present themselves.
It’s so easy now to just see right thru people. I can tell if you really don’t want to hug me or say hi, so just don’t. It’ll save us both time and energy, and I don’t have to feel bad for being uncordial. Please don’t think this is directed towards one individual or even group, it’s directed at you all. And there is no one thing that caused me to feel this way; it’s a series of events. And if you’re wondering right now if it cud b u I’m referring to, it is. It is however related to me realizing that I don’t need to have a bunch of friends to have fun or be content. I’m already content with the few people I speak to everyday, who love me and actually care about my well-being. And if you’re wondering right now if it cud b u I’m referring to, it is. I love you all, I appreciate your friendship.
Disregard this if you are a funny person, like hilarious, cuz I like all funny people, phony or not.
Tuesday, August 12, 2008
Meet My RoomME
Ahh.. the summer's finally coming to an end, crazy as usual but im ready to get bac on my dean. After months of procrastinating, I finally found a place.
All to myself! All by myself! All alone?
Im an only child, so I can get kinda picky and spoiled when it comes certain things like... I hate returning to my 'space' with things arranged differently then I left them, and I can't speak to anyone for the first 10mins of returning home from work or school, and as crazy as it sounds the energy of my house has to be a certain way in order for me to not spaz on howevers around.
Carrying these frustrating burdens of sibling singality, it's obvious that I need to live by myself. I can decorate how I want to, add a plant and running water to regulate the flow of positive energy, roam "freely", invite company to roam me freely, I don't have to clean up after any mess that I didnt make, i can enjoy absolute silence when I need to, I dont have to worry about anyone else's "noises" waking me up, and I dont have to put up with any unwanted company. Now Now I know that everyone doesnt have the luxury of living on their own, so this bit may make you feel more fortunate.
Im kinda scared...
This is going to be the first time Im living alone alone. If I get scared, I wont have anyone to run to. If I get sick nobody will be there in case of an emergency. Im more vulnerable to an intruder. I won't have anyone to pass me stuff when I get too lazy to get it myself. Noone to share a late night bluntette with or even possibly a wake and bake. No one to split the bills with. No feeling of comfort from miscellaneous sounds of movement or shuffling coming simply from presence of another being...
Then I remember that Im way too selfcentered and bossy for any of that shyt to outway the joy of having my OWN shyt. :)
Thursday, April 17, 2008
Attention
I jus wanted to let everyone kno that i've been too fucked up over the past couple of days to post any blogs...
Thank You
Thank You
He Wants to Be The Reason I Smile
"I like you b/c you're really unique, and strong, really pretty...and you seem like you're about something."
"your outlook on life seems really unique to me. like you just seem real."
-My Sweetheart
"your outlook on life seems really unique to me. like you just seem real."
-My Sweetheart
Friday, April 11, 2008
Making Amends
Is it just me or has the word verification thingys gotten more difficult since i've posted that blog?
I just want to take this time to apologize to the word verifiers
i didn't mean to offend you
please change it back : )
Thank You
Wednesday, April 9, 2008
Hot Fresh Every Day
Anyone who knows me could tell you that I have ZERO patience. So when the new bagel shop, Einstein Bros, opened up in the SAC, I immediately forfeited any opportunity of trying it due to its continuously long line. I didn't know whether this was due to the 2,000 extra freshman that Temple took on or because it was that good. After pulling an all nighter (not the ones u do work for) with Brandi, we decided to eat breakfast at the SAC. After my utter amazement over the amount of ppl who actually get to campus early enough to eat breakfast BEFORE their 8:40, and seeing that there were only 3 ppl in line, I made up my mind to try the latest addition.
Me and Brandi are ON IT!
I made it just in time, no lie, 10 secs later, like 7 more ppl joined the line, the masses are addicted.
Brandi enjoyed a toasted plain bagel with veggie cream cheese. Garlic breath in the morning? not a gud look.
And I devoured my Tomato, Spinach, Parmesan Omelet on a toasted Asiago bagel.
Yummy! Einstein really was a genius!
So after my careful evaluation, the new bagel spot earns a B. I was impressed with its sufficient barriers to keep its customers orderly, but the line is always long. There is a 'Order and Pick Up' system that works pretty well, however I was disappointed with the skills of its workers. The woman at the counter should work on her spelling, i was Cira. I was also excited that the sandwich i got allowed me to get a cappuccino an still be covered on my meal plan. I'll definitely be back, but only early in the morning or late in the day.
Tuesday, April 8, 2008
Monday, April 7, 2008
Verify This
I hate those stupid little word verification things that i hav to fill out everytime i comment on sum1's blog! Its supposed to prevent spyware or sum shyt like that, but FUCK THAT! It wud b different if the alpha combinations were simple, but they're all morphed and shyt and sumtimes i get them wrong :(
So if u have less than 500 on ur blog counter (which includes all my immediate friends), chances are- u don't hav spyware issues. Take that shyt off!
So if u have less than 500 on ur blog counter (which includes all my immediate friends), chances are- u don't hav spyware issues. Take that shyt off!
And y, everytime i try to insert a pic, it goes straight to the top?
Shyts pissin me off!
Thursday, April 3, 2008
Reverse Karma
So wat I take out my frustrations of past relationships and current disappointments on innocent admirers, they probably did something fucked up in the past to deserve it anyway. Karma is a Bitch, Reverse Karma is even Bitchier!
Reverse Karma- n.- the cosmic principle that alllows a person to punish or reward the next nigga according to bad deeds that were done to her.
Reverse Karma- n.- the cosmic principle that alllows a person to punish or reward the next nigga according to bad deeds that were done to her.
Tuesday, April 1, 2008
Thou Art Destructive
Ye was chilling in my castle the other day and this dude hit me up on aim. Thou was nice, his name was "Prince... Prince Charming". We chatted and decided to schedule a chill session. We met up and he was cooler than I thought, he had that medieval swag that I liked. We talked about everything from his friends Huckleberry and Finn, his adventures as a Knight on the court, and stealing from the rich and giving unto the poor. Yea.. he was the real deal. Anyway, we youtubed this episode of "Boondockish" that exemplifies the social destruction of our kingdom. I hope that whosoever watches, shall seek a solution.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0_SNNcZ0rEo&feature=related
watch the ones that say "The Uncle Rukus Reality Show [1,2,3/3]"
Monday, March 31, 2008
Public Service Announcement
Non-Violence
The violence among blacks is out of control, simply because it exists. We all came to this country the same way and we are supposed to look out for one another. I attended a performance sponsored by a Latina sorority on non-violence. There I listened to a heart felt story of a widow and her grandchild dealing with the psychological and financial repercussions of her spouse being tortured and murdered by two young black men performing armed robbery. The story was read from an article told on a first hand basis. It was horrible because as the widow described the dialogue, the robbers seemed as though they enjoyed torturing the innocent man of about 60 years old. They burned him several times, choked him with a thin wire, then killed him with a gunshot him in the back. They threatened the woman and her grandchild many times throughout the robbery. They left with about $20 and the man's watch. It's hard enough as blacks to endure the financial burdens, the social discrimination, and the psychological destruction of our history, but we have to protect ourselves from each other as well.
We are representing the heinous crime every time we talk about each other negatively, judge one another, and get envious. Stop hating each other. This self hate in our black community has stifled togetherness and growth. Promote good behavior and morals instead of judging those who don't understand its relevance.
Stop the self destruction. Don't hate the next girl because "she's fake" or "she doesn't speak to you". Encourage positivity by introducing her to new things or show her that's its OK to let her guard down. Black women stop finding flaws in each other and embrace our beauty. So what she has big lips, they have to be that big to frame her pearly whites just right.
And NOTHING is worth resulting to violence for! We have to find other ways of coping with our aggression. We adapted this barbaric form of problem solving from slavery. Beating each other senseless only perpetuates the wrongdoing that caused you to raise your fist (in worst cases 'gun') in the first place. Our struggles don't stem from each other, lets battle the true enemies- our fucked up health care system, the monopolizing rich, police brutality, our financial ignorance... are any sirens going off? Don't kill him for robbing you, kill the system that makes him resort to it.
It has to start with us though.
The violence among blacks is out of control, simply because it exists. We all came to this country the same way and we are supposed to look out for one another. I attended a performance sponsored by a Latina sorority on non-violence. There I listened to a heart felt story of a widow and her grandchild dealing with the psychological and financial repercussions of her spouse being tortured and murdered by two young black men performing armed robbery. The story was read from an article told on a first hand basis. It was horrible because as the widow described the dialogue, the robbers seemed as though they enjoyed torturing the innocent man of about 60 years old. They burned him several times, choked him with a thin wire, then killed him with a gunshot him in the back. They threatened the woman and her grandchild many times throughout the robbery. They left with about $20 and the man's watch. It's hard enough as blacks to endure the financial burdens, the social discrimination, and the psychological destruction of our history, but we have to protect ourselves from each other as well.
We are representing the heinous crime every time we talk about each other negatively, judge one another, and get envious. Stop hating each other. This self hate in our black community has stifled togetherness and growth. Promote good behavior and morals instead of judging those who don't understand its relevance.
Stop the self destruction. Don't hate the next girl because "she's fake" or "she doesn't speak to you". Encourage positivity by introducing her to new things or show her that's its OK to let her guard down. Black women stop finding flaws in each other and embrace our beauty. So what she has big lips, they have to be that big to frame her pearly whites just right.
And NOTHING is worth resulting to violence for! We have to find other ways of coping with our aggression. We adapted this barbaric form of problem solving from slavery. Beating each other senseless only perpetuates the wrongdoing that caused you to raise your fist (in worst cases 'gun') in the first place. Our struggles don't stem from each other, lets battle the true enemies- our fucked up health care system, the monopolizing rich, police brutality, our financial ignorance... are any sirens going off? Don't kill him for robbing you, kill the system that makes him resort to it.
It has to start with us though.
We have to realize the destructive behavior that we are exhibiting and focus that energy on volunteering, promoting positivity, and solutions to uplift our race.
This reminds me of a track on Erykah Badu's newest album, called Twinkle. PLEASE listen to the WHOLE SONG includign the message afterward, Ignore that weird shyt in the middle tho
This reminds me of a track on Erykah Badu's newest album, called Twinkle. PLEASE listen to the WHOLE SONG includign the message afterward, Ignore that weird shyt in the middle tho
Friday, March 28, 2008
WARNING!
National Recall Of The "Fuck It" Diet
Saying "Fuck It" Fucks You Up
By Associated Press
Published March 28, 2008
Filed at 4:29 a.m. ET
Manufacturers of the "Fuck It" Diet are urging a recall from all drug store retailers. There have been some serious sides effects not intended for its consumers. There have been reports of ice cream binging, low quiz scores, and excessive amounts of friend beef. Consumers are losing sex appeal, their scholarships, and their comradity. The continuation of this drug throughout the black community is hazardous to its social welfare.
"I never thought it would happen like this...I mean, it went from 'fuck it' to "fuck outta here" in 2.3 seconds!" stated Ciara Robinson, Founder and CEO of "Fuck It" Diet Industries.
According to studies found by the Department of Psychology at Temple University, the diet is causing social deterioration. It is known to promote feelings of isolation, fickleness, and aggravtion. Effects seem to be more severe in young black women.
Consumers: If you return your remaining dosages to your nearest convenience store, you will receive your full refund. In order to recuperate from the damaging side effects, consumers are directed to gain control over their situations, and progress.
"It's an undeniable loss, but the last thing I wanted was for someone to get hurt." stated Robinson as she exited down the courtroom steps.
(Love And Respect Each Other Black Women, We're All We've Got)
Wednesday, March 26, 2008
Wat a Ka-winky-dink
Touch My Body
lay me on the floor, wrestle me around, play with me somemore
Touch My Body
put me on the bed, i jus wanna make ya feel like u never did
Touch My Body
let me rub my waist, all around ur face, just a little taste
(may not be the real words, but they shud be)
Touch My Body
do you like my curves, come on and giv me wat I deserve
Bye guys! We're off to the Waldorf so he can Touch My Body!
o yea...i like the song too
...hehe
Tuesday, March 25, 2008
Ahhh...
I don't know whether to attribute this feeling to my singality or cannibusness, but my mind has been wandering into the wonderful world of erotica. I used to think this was a creepy boy trait. U kno... that clinical study that proved that men think about sex every 5.7 seconds or sum shyt like that. Doesn't seem so unlikely now. Now that I haven't been so...regular, my estrogen has been sky rocketing. Naturally...I've developed a closer relationship with myself. ...It's great. Yup, when Im stressed, I type in those special "keywords" that "do it for me"into my lil Rude site, grab so handy dandy..., and... ahhhh
So I recommend that next time YOU get stressed, have a lil fun with yourself...
Stress reliever without the requirement of protection, attachment of strings, and even a man...erotic independence
Tristesse Joie
Eh em... ; )
i want to formally show gratitude toward two genres that have craved my musical appetite. French Pop and House music. A recently reunited friend reunited me with reunion of a lil French group, Les Nubians. I used to love them in middle school and somehow knew all the words, even tho I never understood what I was saying.
Pardon me im rambling... proceeding ; )
Then I was watching MTV and their "artist of the week" is this French artist named Yelle. From what I've "YouTubed", I like her music. The french language is so intriging...sounding. Thru my tube journeys I stumbled upon a house mixed version of one of her songs. I bumped to it, SHUT DOWN, even broke into "the step" ; )
...it reminded me of cookouts, vouging and croussants.
i want to formally show gratitude toward two genres that have craved my musical appetite. French Pop and House music. A recently reunited friend reunited me with reunion of a lil French group, Les Nubians. I used to love them in middle school and somehow knew all the words, even tho I never understood what I was saying.
Pardon me im rambling... proceeding ; )
Then I was watching MTV and their "artist of the week" is this French artist named Yelle. From what I've "YouTubed", I like her music. The french language is so intriging...sounding. Thru my tube journeys I stumbled upon a house mixed version of one of her songs. I bumped to it, SHUT DOWN, even broke into "the step" ; )
...it reminded me of cookouts, vouging and croussants.
o the treasures in life
Monday, March 24, 2008
Eye to Eye
(k this is B... Brandi... Amachi)
Ok so thanx Zay. GOOFY MOVIE BABY!
So im sittin in my room with C's n Zay and Zay is like he needs to hear this cut. Guess what it is!
Eye to Eye by Max from A Goffy Movie. Ciara is laughin at me right now cause im actually bloggin ablout this but, I feel as though this is cool enough to share with everyone. When I was a kid I watched the Goofy movie repeatedly. FAV for real! Max was that dude and I always fantasied about creating my own "leaning tower of Cheeza!" So here it is one of the coolest Disney songs ever!
Wednesday, March 19, 2008
My New Diet Plan
Iight...Im always thinking about ways to manage my weight, becase it seems to flucuate so often. Seriously I hav "fat periods", where a few days'll go by and I can only fit into sweats comfortably. A few days later, I'll b able to show my stomach, or so I think...please inform me if u catch me sloppin. Anyway I've created this new Diet Plan designed for those who are unhappy with their weight. I talked to Billy Blanks about sponsoring me and Im thinking about an infomercial. Hit me up for a free trial, i need testemonies. I have tried it several times during Spring Break and I really think this is gonna be BIG.
Its called the "Fuck It" diet.
Mission: To kill the self-consciousness and unhappiness that plagues America's obese through weed, laughter and eating.
History: My mother once encouraged a friend of mine to smoke everynow and then, she said it helps u to just say "fuck it". That moment has helped me to develop a way to manifest my nonchalant attitude towards life's issues through a substance we all know as marijuana. I naturally possess the "fuck it" gene, but I others need a boost. I spent several weeks in the lab creating this diet plan that not only helps you to not be self concious about ur image, but to kno when to say "fuck it" to other issues... low life boyfriends, deceitful friends and even bad sex.
How does it work?
U can achieve contentness with your self-image in three easy steps!
Step One: After you send me your payment. $10 for each pre-rolled bluntette. I get one of my "sponsors" to deliever the goods to a hood near you. After reading the instructions carefully, you use as directed. You can even share it amongst your friends. (up to 4 ppl per bluntette) If done right, this step should give you a calm, happy feeling. You should be able to look in the mirror and not give a fuck about ur appearance anymore! Yes, I said it, instant results.
Step Two: Call ur funniest friend. U don't hav any friends? Go to ur local video store or bootlegger and get Katt Williams; American Hustla!
Step Three: You will need to locate the nearest Checkers or McDonalds (whichever you prefer) with at least $8. Now this part of the diet gets specific, you MUST order:
Checkers: 1 Champ w/ cheese, 1 Med fries, and a Med Strawberry Banana milkshake
McDonalds: 1 cheeseburger, 1 Med fries (i reccommend you inquire whether they are fresh), 1 Med Vanilla milkshake (eggnog, if tis the season) and a cinnamon melt.
After you've completed these steps you will be high, full, and laughing your ass off. You will no longer be concerned with your weight or how you look. Problem Solved. REPEAT TWICE DAILY. You will notice that the "fuck it" capabilities of the product will spill into other aspects of your life for added revitalization. If you feel yourself slipping, just repeat the words "fuck it", or call the 24hr "fuck it outline" (will be up shortly) and the represtatives will be happy to help you through your crisis.
Side Effects: red, puffy eyes, ass growth, uncontrollable laughter, obesity, heart attack, stroke, diabetes, and death- but everybody dies sooner or later.
Its called the "Fuck It" diet.
Mission: To kill the self-consciousness and unhappiness that plagues America's obese through weed, laughter and eating.
History: My mother once encouraged a friend of mine to smoke everynow and then, she said it helps u to just say "fuck it". That moment has helped me to develop a way to manifest my nonchalant attitude towards life's issues through a substance we all know as marijuana. I naturally possess the "fuck it" gene, but I others need a boost. I spent several weeks in the lab creating this diet plan that not only helps you to not be self concious about ur image, but to kno when to say "fuck it" to other issues... low life boyfriends, deceitful friends and even bad sex.
How does it work?
U can achieve contentness with your self-image in three easy steps!
Step One: After you send me your payment. $10 for each pre-rolled bluntette. I get one of my "sponsors" to deliever the goods to a hood near you. After reading the instructions carefully, you use as directed. You can even share it amongst your friends. (up to 4 ppl per bluntette) If done right, this step should give you a calm, happy feeling. You should be able to look in the mirror and not give a fuck about ur appearance anymore! Yes, I said it, instant results.
Step Two: Call ur funniest friend. U don't hav any friends? Go to ur local video store or bootlegger and get Katt Williams; American Hustla!
Step Three: You will need to locate the nearest Checkers or McDonalds (whichever you prefer) with at least $8. Now this part of the diet gets specific, you MUST order:
Checkers: 1 Champ w/ cheese, 1 Med fries, and a Med Strawberry Banana milkshake
McDonalds: 1 cheeseburger, 1 Med fries (i reccommend you inquire whether they are fresh), 1 Med Vanilla milkshake (eggnog, if tis the season) and a cinnamon melt.
After you've completed these steps you will be high, full, and laughing your ass off. You will no longer be concerned with your weight or how you look. Problem Solved. REPEAT TWICE DAILY. You will notice that the "fuck it" capabilities of the product will spill into other aspects of your life for added revitalization. If you feel yourself slipping, just repeat the words "fuck it", or call the 24hr "fuck it outline" (will be up shortly) and the represtatives will be happy to help you through your crisis.
Side Effects: red, puffy eyes, ass growth, uncontrollable laughter, obesity, heart attack, stroke, diabetes, and death- but everybody dies sooner or later.
Cool Outrageous Lovers Of Uniquely Raw Style
Ima lil tardy, but I like sharing music that I've just heard. I believe that its my duty to expose my circle to good music that they may not have heard. So...chillin in front of my house w/ my homie at like 6:30am, (u kno how we do, early bird gets the worm and I had to hit the block to get that early paper) I herd THIS song. My block buddy finally understood his music sharing friend responsibilities and its been a rap ever since. Now Im offically a Cool Outrageous "Lady" Of Uniquely Raw Style.
I never even knew Fonzworth had an album, another lesson learned by Pod the Great!
I never even knew Fonzworth had an album, another lesson learned by Pod the Great!
Tuesday, March 18, 2008
American Boy
I was drivin over winter break and this dope ass song came on the radio. For those who kno me, all talking must cease wen a song I like is on...so yea everything SHUT DWN. My carmate got mad but o well, he's history anyway...lol. But I never got the name of it and didnt kno the artist:(
Over this break I was over my ppls house having a BLAST... blown and drowning (thanx Madi) and they kept talking about this video that they wanted to come on. It finally came and do ya believe it? it was the same song!
So feel free to go ahead and enjoy it, play it 7 times if u'd like (luv u Maddy...lol)
And yes that really is a fur pea coat...buttons, collar and all
Over this break I was over my ppls house having a BLAST... blown and drowning (thanx Madi) and they kept talking about this video that they wanted to come on. It finally came and do ya believe it? it was the same song!
So feel free to go ahead and enjoy it, play it 7 times if u'd like (luv u Maddy...lol)
And yes that really is a fur pea coat...buttons, collar and all
Thursday, February 28, 2008
Sweet Honey
Every now and then there's a song that just steals my soul. And once I hav it I MUST play it several times until I get tired of it, then I listen to another song and put it on repeat again. THIS is one of those songs for me. Its about a guy shes chasing thats really sweet- like honey. It just puts me in a happy place! Its probably got to be her unique voice over a hot ass 9th wonder beat. She's so talented and has such a strong mind. Im in a class called the creative spirit and basically its all about how everyone expresses themselves. She is a master at it, which is y I've always loved her. She's a trendsetter and makes me feel better about expressing who I am.
And the video is DOPE! C if u can keep up
And the video is DOPE! C if u can keep up
Thanx Everyone Else
I find that everytime I meet a new person, I learn a little more about myself. Its a mix between me havin to think about myself to answer their questions and wat ppl tell me about myself. Bcuz Im tryin to figure myself out, its been really helpful.
Over the past couple of weeks I've realized:
I smile alot -Q
'Im the dopest' -Jaye
I hav unique responses -Jaye
Im not as fat as I thought I was -Zay and Q
I need to work on my dance face - Zay
Im a good communicator -Dae
Im not big on fashion- Im big on expressing myself thru fashion- Q
Im really silly wen Im high -Benita
Im genuine- Lauren
Im clingy -Brandi
The tomatoes and cheese make Italian my favorite- Dae
Sum notice my personality b4 my looks -Chris
Im xtremely forgivin- Me
I trust too easily -Me
Over the past couple of weeks I've realized:
I smile alot -Q
'Im the dopest' -Jaye
I hav unique responses -Jaye
Im not as fat as I thought I was -Zay and Q
I need to work on my dance face - Zay
Im a good communicator -Dae
Im not big on fashion- Im big on expressing myself thru fashion- Q
Im really silly wen Im high -Benita
Im genuine- Lauren
Im clingy -Brandi
The tomatoes and cheese make Italian my favorite- Dae
Sum notice my personality b4 my looks -Chris
Im xtremely forgivin- Me
I trust too easily -Me
Not Beat for Bumming
WARNING. THERE'S NO MAIN POINT IN THIS BLOG- JUST VENTING. Those who hav visited my facebook today kno that my status was evil, but thats jus how I felt, and I needed to express it. Not only did my bastard ex ruin my day and the next few months of my life, but I jus had a wake up call and realized how much catch up i hav to play to maintain gud grades. While growing spiritually and socially, I've been declining academically. But I hav 4 more withdrawals and the gift of manipulation to fix it; being motivated to start mending was the feat. Im officially tired of being a bum student and hav decided to get bac on my grind and focus my energy on an activity. Practice for this fashion sho and a job will probably b the focus factors. I've cum to find out that this is wat i've been lacking is structure. Now that i've found something structured to focus on, everything will fall in place.
Monday, February 25, 2008
"Love in the club" tho?
Ok class, raise ur hand if u miss Usher! When "Confessions" hit the stores, got slammed in a bag and clicked into my CD player, it created a soundtrack for my "highschool" drama. Then I noticed that I appreciate Usher, not only for his vocals but for his lyrical content. I can relate to almost every song I've heard from him.
Seriously, think about it.
You Don't Have to Call- made u feel superior to ur ex
U Make Me Wanna- everyone has wanted to get with their b/f or g/f's friend, even if it wasn't the same person who hooked yall up.
My Boo- nuff said
Burn- helped u move on
Nice N Slow- had everyone curious, we were too yung to relate (at least my generation was)
U Got It Bad- made u realize jus how much u cared about that special someone
My Way... Yeah... That's What It's Made For?<--- MY SHYT!!
He kinda disappointed me with the last single, but even stars dim... and then they impregnate and marry manly women who already have three kids. love is blind.
Anywho, I just heard this new single from Usher yesterday. This star may have found his shine again. The beat was hot, but being the critical person i am, I questioned "makin love in the club tho? is he serious?" My listening mate (who purposely remains nameless), responded "U've never felt that way?" I replied, "...actually, yes. yes i have" BINGO! Usher has done it again, he wrote a song just for me. sidebar- Jeezy fucked this song up, he's trash
So listening to this song made me think about the times when we( ladies) do go to the club, and spot that one guy who is just glowing. And wen that RIGHT song comes on, u feel like ur in a video, u throw on ur sexy stare and slowly walk towards him "bam, bam, bam". Then... u break him DOWN! to 1. secure those digits, and 2. giv him something he always remember u by. Then he calls and ends up being a self-absorbed asshole, but thats beside the point, bcuz that 1 moment that made ur night was worth it.
Seriously, think about it.
You Don't Have to Call- made u feel superior to ur ex
U Make Me Wanna- everyone has wanted to get with their b/f or g/f's friend, even if it wasn't the same person who hooked yall up.
My Boo- nuff said
Burn- helped u move on
Nice N Slow- had everyone curious, we were too yung to relate (at least my generation was)
U Got It Bad- made u realize jus how much u cared about that special someone
My Way... Yeah... That's What It's Made For?<--- MY SHYT!!
He kinda disappointed me with the last single, but even stars dim... and then they impregnate and marry manly women who already have three kids. love is blind.
Anywho, I just heard this new single from Usher yesterday. This star may have found his shine again. The beat was hot, but being the critical person i am, I questioned "makin love in the club tho? is he serious?" My listening mate (who purposely remains nameless), responded "U've never felt that way?" I replied, "...actually, yes. yes i have" BINGO! Usher has done it again, he wrote a song just for me. sidebar- Jeezy fucked this song up, he's trash
So listening to this song made me think about the times when we( ladies) do go to the club, and spot that one guy who is just glowing. And wen that RIGHT song comes on, u feel like ur in a video, u throw on ur sexy stare and slowly walk towards him "bam, bam, bam". Then... u break him DOWN! to 1. secure those digits, and 2. giv him something he always remember u by. Then he calls and ends up being a self-absorbed asshole, but thats beside the point, bcuz that 1 moment that made ur night was worth it.
Sunday, February 24, 2008
A Woman's Worth
I just got out of a long relationship, so naturally, I'm tip toeing back into the dating world as I adjust to the single life. A good friend of mind and I had a conversation about how everyone has some sort of impact on life and and every person changes your perspective if even just slightly. Slowly weaning off a person that i've been so deeply intertwined with makes me realize a lot about myself. It kind of sets a guard up from the next intruder, while revealing how unique and intriguing I am. It creates that much needed self pride that I needed when I first realized it was time to let go.
Immediately when you start to deal with a person on an intimate level, and unconsciously began to change to please them. Breaking up, for me, has the reverse effect of that. It makes me appreciate the flaws that got on his nerves so bad, and create a kind of arrogance, the same arrogance displayed by the woman in the following poem. I also spoke with someone else recently, who said I was looking for mr. perfect, like that was asking for too much. Damn rite, i want the perfect mr. for my ms. I was introduced to this poem tonight, and think it totally reflects the mind state that im in. Don't get me wrong tho, you can never have too many "friends".
In a brief conversation, a man asked a woman he was pursuing, "What kind of man are you looking for?"
She sat quietly for a moment before looking him in the eye and asked, "Do you really want to know?"
Reluctantly, he said, "Yes."
She began to expound..."
As a woman in this day and age, I am in a position to ask a man what he can do for me that I can't do for myself. I pay my own bills. I take care of my household without the help of any man...or woman for that matter. I am in the position to ask, "What can you bring to the table?"
The man looked at her. Clearly he thought that she was referring to money.
She quickly corrected his thought and stated, "I am not referring to money. I need something more."
"I need a man who is striving for perfection in every aspect of life."
He sat back in his chair, folded his arms, and asked her to explain.
She said, "I am looking for someone who is striving for perfection mentally because I need conversation and mental stimulation. I don't need a simple-minded man."
"I am looking for someone who is striving for perfection spiritually because I don't need to be unequally yoked... believers mixed with unbelievers is a recipe for disaster."
"I need a man who is striving for perfection financially because I don't need a financial burden. I am looking for someone who is sensitive enough to understand what I go through as a woman, but strong enough to keep me grounded."
"I am looking for someone who I can respect. In order to be submissive, I must respect him. I cannot be submissive to a man who isn't taking care of his business. I have no problem being submissive... he just has to be worthy. God made woman to be a helpmate for man. I can't help a man if he can't help himself.
"When she finished her spiel, she looked at him. He sat there with a puzzled look on his face. He said, " You're asking a lot."
She replied, "I'm worth a lot."
Immediately when you start to deal with a person on an intimate level, and unconsciously began to change to please them. Breaking up, for me, has the reverse effect of that. It makes me appreciate the flaws that got on his nerves so bad, and create a kind of arrogance, the same arrogance displayed by the woman in the following poem. I also spoke with someone else recently, who said I was looking for mr. perfect, like that was asking for too much. Damn rite, i want the perfect mr. for my ms. I was introduced to this poem tonight, and think it totally reflects the mind state that im in. Don't get me wrong tho, you can never have too many "friends".
In a brief conversation, a man asked a woman he was pursuing, "What kind of man are you looking for?"
She sat quietly for a moment before looking him in the eye and asked, "Do you really want to know?"
Reluctantly, he said, "Yes."
She began to expound..."
As a woman in this day and age, I am in a position to ask a man what he can do for me that I can't do for myself. I pay my own bills. I take care of my household without the help of any man...or woman for that matter. I am in the position to ask, "What can you bring to the table?"
The man looked at her. Clearly he thought that she was referring to money.
She quickly corrected his thought and stated, "I am not referring to money. I need something more."
"I need a man who is striving for perfection in every aspect of life."
He sat back in his chair, folded his arms, and asked her to explain.
She said, "I am looking for someone who is striving for perfection mentally because I need conversation and mental stimulation. I don't need a simple-minded man."
"I am looking for someone who is striving for perfection spiritually because I don't need to be unequally yoked... believers mixed with unbelievers is a recipe for disaster."
"I need a man who is striving for perfection financially because I don't need a financial burden. I am looking for someone who is sensitive enough to understand what I go through as a woman, but strong enough to keep me grounded."
"I am looking for someone who I can respect. In order to be submissive, I must respect him. I cannot be submissive to a man who isn't taking care of his business. I have no problem being submissive... he just has to be worthy. God made woman to be a helpmate for man. I can't help a man if he can't help himself.
"When she finished her spiel, she looked at him. He sat there with a puzzled look on his face. He said, " You're asking a lot."
She replied, "I'm worth a lot."
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